Jupiter and Mars

almost touching 
the whippoorwill

blue-headed vireo

an oak tree’s 
newest mouth

March wind

A linked-verse sequence.

Leafless

There’s no denying the appeal of dead trees: they look more human.

rebuilding the nest

another spring house phoebe​

frog pond

taking the sky 
for a ride

Lenten moon

the trees must store these shadows
somewhere deep

spring shower

just as the sun comes out 
a killdeer’s cry

bald eagle

from the ridgetop pines
a long sigh

crescent moon

a timberdoodle’s high 
fluttery whistle

geese heading north

a dog in the valley
adds its voice

aerial bombardment

ice falling from the trees 
over here